I've discovered a secret garden, and it's an exquisitely beautiful mess.
Walking through Mt. Pleasant neighbourhoods on my way to work today, in the slanting morning light, I came across a community garden. It was fenced but the gate was ajar.
It was full, full of purple stalks of swiss chard, painted birdhouses, compost, rotting lettuce, rusted tomato cages, sparrows, lengths of rope, fat purple globes of allium, wind chimes, smashed bricks, yellow asters, discarded metal gates, and branches snagging my briefcase.
It was in gorgeous disarray, and there was no one admiring it but me.